You're looking at her, both frightened and excited by the posibilities this woman could hold for finding Rattlesnake Slim, and not a word comes to your mind. You can't let him live, but you can't take a pregnant woman hostage or rob a child of their father before that child is even born. "I'm sorry, ma'am," you finally spit out. It's all you can muster. From there, you wander back to the saloon for something strong to drink. From there, well, that story hasn't been written...